Then she stopped, dropped down on to the mat, with me kneeling on top, her lying down. She took my shaking hands, and placed them on top of her breast... encouraging me to massage them. Then began slowly pushing her hips, up and down. At this moment all I felt was my tingling cock, wanting to explode in side her. Again I slowly built up, pushing in and out, until I was rapidly thrusting my cock back and forth faster and faster. I watched her face, her eyes now open staring at mine, still bitting. The door also seemed a bit out of place, being made of stout timbers strapped with iron hinges."Why don't I have a hangover" Erin wondered as she glanced around the room. "God, after last night, I really think I ought to have a hangover." Parts of last night's talk were slowly returning as she woke up.A gentle tap at the door drew her attention to it, and as it slowly opened a young woman dressed in a violet satin gown entered carrying a tray of something that smelled heavenly under a cloth. "I love you too, Laura. God, it's good to see you."In the car, in the darkened parking garage, they kissed. Sara batted Laura's hands away from her breasts. "Not here!" I can't wait. I want to touch you."But Sara remained subdued. Clearly she was bone-weary, and she even fell asleep briefly in the car on the way home. As they entered the downstairs door to her apartment, they noticed lights, music, many people in the street-level apartment below hers."They must be having a party," Laura said.. Elaine smiled wickedly down at me as she returned to the drawer; I noticed at this point that the damp patch at the front of her panties was now very prominent. She took a blonde wig and large stilettos from the draw, and two other objects. After placing the wig on the hanger and the shoes beneath it, the women all smiled smugly at each other as Elaine made ready to display the two objects with a very victorious look on her face. With deliberation she placed the two objects on a side table. .